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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4315: The Actor (Part 2)
Chapter 4315: The Actor (Part 2)
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In an instant, it was frozen into an ice sculpture, freezing the entire world into dead silence.“Singing, singing and then appearing?”
This truly opened the eyes of the people in the five regions, even leading Saint Xin to tilt his head, watching the ghostly white face so close at hand with incredulity in his eyes.
Wen Ting…
Is this Wen Ting?
The Wen Ting of the Seven Sword Deity?
His mental state is indeed extraordinarily beautiful.
Clearly unlike an ancient swordsman, he resembles a consort banished to the cold palace for thirty years, having gone mad, singing opera day and night, oblivious to the world, utterly absorbed in his art.
“Scram!”
Saint Xin was furious, his God Devil Eyes nearly tearing apart.
An attack at such close range, charged for a long time without releasing into the void of Abyss Island, struck directly at Wen Ting’s mind.
Sizzle!
Wen Ting vanished again, his form becoming nonexistent.
Saint Xin’s eyelids twitched violently, and when his saint’s will swept through, Wen Ting’s figure appeared at the very tip of his toes in front of the completely frozen Holy Ancestor’s form.
“Ah, ah, my heart is unrest~”
“Ah, ah, my thoughts are unrest~”
“Ah, ah, I request the sword of Eastern Mountain, the slave will sing my song~”
Water sleeves fluttered, clashing longingly with the Holy Ancestor’s form.
An eight-foot stature contesting against a massive thousand-foot form.
When those water sleeves were thrown out, they whipped up another realm of cold frost across heaven and earth.
The enormous Holy Ancestor form had already become an ice crystal mountain, and the water sleeves fiercely lifted the giant frost greatsword that had entirely pierced through the Holy Ancestor’s form.
Boom!
The sword body swept up, shattering the ice crystals of heaven and earth.
Saint Xin grunted, a look of shock in his eyes; his Ancestral God’s imagery was actually cut down by Wen Ting’s sword.
“How audacious!”
Having been hit twice, Saint Xin had already analyzed Wen Ting’s combat method.
From nonexistence to existence, like transforming from Yin to Yang, clearly corresponding to Bazhun’an’s Two Forms’ Dao, then exploding with the force exceeding One Venerate using an “easy” sword technique.
This sword, though exquisite to the pinnacle, was not without flaws.
“In the state of nothingness, even I, even the Ancestor God Destruction Tribulation, cannot harm him in the slightest.”
“But if he wants to injure others, he must transition from nothingness to existence, and in such a state, it is the extreme vulnerability period.”
“One strike can kill him!”
Saint Xin could completely ignore the slashes of the frost giant sword, as long as he retreated.
But he couldn’t retreat, because even with Wen Ting wielding the third realm sword, he had to spare a hand to deal with it.
The other hand, however, dared not let go of the World Sealing Chains, dare not release the seal on the Time Realm Channel.
With this channel locked, he only needed to deal with one cold palace opera performer.
If this channel opened, what emerged from within the Time Realm would be no less monstrous than Bazhun’an.
Who is strong and who is weak, Saint Xin’s heart knew it well!
“If you intend to harm me, today’s calamity, you will definitely be unable to overcome.”
Raising his eyes, Saint Xin caught another flaw in Wen Ting’s form.
Ancestor God Destruction Tribulation!
The third realm sword, though extremely lethal, if Wen Ting wished to continue fighting, he must seal the ancestor.
As long as he fails to seal the ancestor, how many times can his frost giant sword, his frost mountain, slash?
“Xidao Mystic Ruler, go!”
With a guiding gesture, the Xidao Mystic Ruler that had been sent to the Eastern Region returned, ready to strike the Nine Heavens Thunder Calamity.
Xidao Mystic Ruler had the inherent characteristic to extinguish all Dao methods.
With the blessing of the Zero Ancestral God, hitting its target, the Ancestor God Destruction Tribulation would turn to ashes.
And with the thunder calamity interrupted, Wen Ting could not receive the baptism, neither could he undergo the Divine Shedding, nor speak of becoming Gods and Ancestor.
With a loud whir, the sound of breaking the wind arose, the Xidao Mystic Ruler had just turned back and was about to strike the Nine Heavens Ancestor God Destruction Tribulation.
Wen Ting’s figure spun, appearing below the thunder calamity.
The focus of the five regions converged, only to see the opera performer tilting his head, striking a pose, his orchid fingers half-covering his vermilion lips, with delicate frowning brows, a pitiful sight:
“Ah, ah, Lord of the Cloud~”
“Ah, ah, Man of the Temple~”
“Ah, ah, Immortal’s Wen Immortal Brew, wait for you to open the Heavenly Gate~”
Accompanied by the high and low tones of opera singing, behind Wen Ting a door glowing with ten thousand rays of light, filled with path energy, formed into a Mystical Gate.
Misty clouds lingered as the doors slowly opened.
Inside, light radiated in all directions, vaguely outlining the barely visible silhouettes of ancient swordsmen, each either slanted sword, with arrogant eyes, or with angry brows…
Within the Mystical Gate, sword cognition waves surged.
Wen Ting lightly stepped across the air, sleeves once again dancing, the overcast frost gathered again, transforming into a massive frost greatsword in front of him, directly colliding with the Xidao Mystic Ruler.
“Boom——”
The Xidao Mystic Ruler, possessing an unmatched strength, was forcibly driven back by the frost greatsword, plunging into the East Sea.
With this single lift of the sword, the force’s extremity, the penetration’s extremity, reached the absolute peak.
Saint Xin, however, was concentrated, fingers together, firmly grasping the lifeline of Wen Ting’s conversion from nonexistence, and then pointing a finger, was that very moment the technique directly killed Mei Siren:
“Golden Mystic Finger!”
Master, in great danger!
Among the spectators below, Gu Qingsan from Burial Sword Tomb, having practiced No Sword Arts, naturally could see at a glance that his master’s conversion, had been seen through by Saint Xin, causing his heart to seize instantly.
Yet, as expected, the master who should have vanished like smoke to avoid the sharpness of Saint Xin’s finger, did not retreat half a step.
On the contrary, after pinning down the Xidao Mystic Ruler with a sword, he actually looked sideways at the Demon Ancestor with a murderous face, a stance of facing head-on:
“Ah, ah, the Heavenly Gate opens~”
“Ah, ah, the Mystical arrives~”
“Ah, ah, the sword in my heart breaks the clouds, disperses the fog~”
With water sleeves lifted, coiling around his wrists.
Wen Ting made both hands into sword fingers, as the Golden Mystic Finger shot forth, clasping his palms and remotely pointing toward Saint Xin’s body by the time realm channel.
It was not a needle to wheat awn, attempting to attack instead of defend.
Instead, allowing the Golden Mystic Finger to penetrate his throat, aiming to seize the recoil after the force of Saint Xin’s attack, slicing toward Saint Xin’s left arm maintaining the World Sealing Chains.
